Had an absolutely wild dream about a crazy insane pickup basketball game where I was flying around the court .... then suddenly some Lebron James type dude walked in the door and the wildness multiplied by infinity. It wasn't Lebron but some guy with the same kind of size, speed and power and there was one play where I went right at him and though I missed the shot I was up there in the rarified air with some previously unknown verticality. Imagine that, this 6' 1" old, white boy out jumping Lebron!!!
Then I woke up .... and have that morning after thing where my ankles and back ache. But it's a good ache because it was hoops induced. And I'm wondering where the hell that dream came from? Because I fell asleep on the couch watching a World War II documentary and Stalin, Churchill and Roosevelt were having no thoughts about getting a game of hoops together.
And I'm almost afraid to post this because the haters will come out who knew me in my playing days and the trash talk will commence about how I could never even out jump that center on the 1980's era Russian woman's basketball team who Bill Russell commented basketball analyst-wise, couldn't jump over one sheet of paper laid flat on the basketball court. And then Mike Clark will come out of the shadows and remind me about his standing H.O.R.S.E. game challenge .... which I don't even know if I can pull that off right now.
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